Cry Baby (Frerard)

Frank was in the middle of eating a bowl of cereal when he got a call on his cell phone. It was from Donna. That was strange, he thought. Today is Frank’s day off. Maybe something happened that Frank needed to know. He hoped it had nothing bad to do with Gerard. Frank picked up his phone, answering it.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Frank. I’ve got some bad news,” Donna said, sounding a bit shaken up, much to Frank’s fear.
“What?”
“I know it’s your day off, but I just wanted to let you know that Gerard is in the hospital,”
“Wh-what?” Frank stuttered, nearly spitting out his Lucky Charms. “What happened? Is he okay?”
“He had a seizure early this morning, about a few hours after you left. I’m sorry I didn’t let you know about this earlier. I was at the hospital with Gerard, and I didn’t wanna wake you up. It’s just been a long day for us,”
“Please tell me he’s okay. Is Gerard okay?” Frank asked, his heart in his chest feeling like it was gonna drop right down into his stomach.
“Oh, he’s fine. He’s just really knocked out from the meds the doctors gave him. They’re deliberating on how long they should keep him in case he has another seizure, god forbid he does. This isn’t the first time that this has happened,”
“Oh, really? That’s awful. At least he’s okay, like you said,”
“Yeah, I know. I just about had a heart attack when I heard him screaming on the baby monitor. I ran downstairs and saw him out of his bed, convulsing on the floor. He’s had these seizures ever since he...you know, did ‘it’ to himself. The best the doctors can do is put him on anticonvulsants to treat the seizures. It just happens sometimes, unfortunately,”
“That’s too bad. I can come by and see him, if that’s okay. My date with my girlfriend isn’t til tomorrow,”
“Well, ain’t she lucky?” Donna said, making Frank laugh a bit. “Yeah, you can come see Gerard. I’m sure he’d love that, but don’t be surprised if he’s still knocked out. Feel free to give him something too, like a stuffed animal or a card. No balloons, though. Gerard’s afraid of balloons,”
“Okay, I’ll get him something from the store. I’ll head over there at around noon. What hospital is he at?”
“He’s at St. Mary Memorial Hospital. He’s in room 2329, in the children’s wing,”
“Okay, cool. See you later,”
“Bye,”
Frank sighed deeply, burying his head in his hands. He was happy that Gerard was okay, but still worried for him nonetheless. He wished he coulda been there for Gerard when he was having his seizure to keep him calm and safe. He was also unhappy about the fact about how long he’d have to wait until Gerard was outta the hospital. Hopefully it won’t be too long, he thought to himself. He wanted to be with Gerard again...and play his “special games” with him.

_ _ _
Frank stopped by the local grocery store and bought Gerard a get well soon card, a stuffed bear, and a bouquet of flowers. After that, he headed over to the hospital. He parked his car, went inside, and up the elevator to Gerard’s floor. He walked through two large doors in the middle of the hall leading to the children’s wing, the walls beautifully decorated with Disney characters. Frank walked into Gerard’s hospital room, the walls painted with a jungle theme, displaying smiling animals in the green amazonian scenery. Gerard was in his bed passed out, his mouth slightly hung open with a tube in his nose, for some reason. Donna sat by his bedside, stroking his hair. She looked up when she saw Frank enter and smiled.
“Hey, hun,” she said.
“Hey. How are you?”
“Been better, been worse...but just as long as my baby’s okay, I am. Ger-bear here has been passed out almost the whole day. He would wake up for a few minutes, then fall right back asleep,”
“Wow, that’s rough,” Frank shook his head.
“Here, I have something for you,” Donna stood up, walking to Frank and handing him an envelope. “It’s your pay for this week,”
“Oh, thanks,” Frank smiled, putting the envelope in his coat pocket. He glanced over at Gerard again, eyeing the tube up his right nostril. “What’s the tube in Gerard’s nose for?”
“It’s a feeding tube. The doctors wanna make sure he’s nourished when he’s knocked out this hard. They’re also scared of him possibly choking while eating, since he’s that weak,”
“Oh, I see,” Frank said, taking a chair and sitting at Gerard’s bedside. He stroked his hair like Donna was just seconds ago. “Poor thing,”
“I know. I hate seeing him like this. It just reminds me of how bad he was after he...you know what I’m talking about, right?”
“Yeah, I do,” Frank nodded woefully.
“You shoulda seen him. He had all these machines hooked up to him, functioning his body for him. He had machines breathing for him, feeding him, all that shit. He couldn’t do shit even when he woke up. He was just like a baby, having nurses do everything from him, like bathing and changing him. It was awful,”
“Jesus. I can only imagine,” Frank said, setting down the card and flowers, putting them in a vase. He placed the teddy bear next to Gerard, snug under his arm. “Even though he’s hooked up to all these machines and passed out...at least he looks peaceful,”
“Yeah, you’re right,” Donna nodded. Just as she did, Gerard’s eyes twitched a bit, then slowly opened. Both Donna and Frank smiled down at him.
“Hey, look who finally decided to wake up,” Frank laughed. He leaned in closer to Gerard, leaving a quick kiss on his forehead. “Hey, buddy,”
“F-frankie?” Gerard asked groggily. He looked down at his new teddy bear, then back at Frank. “Is th-that you, F-frankie?”
“Yeah, it’s me. I got you a bear, some flowers, and a card. I’ve come to see you,”
“F-frankie!” Gerard sat up, nearly falling over as he leaned forward to hug Frank. “I-I miss y-you!”
“I missed you too. I was worried sick for you, but you’re okay,”
“Wh-when I-I g-get outta h-here and g-go home...will y-you b-be th-there?” Gerard asked, his hazel eyes full of hope.
“Of course, Gee,” Frank smiled.
“W-will you b-be th-there to p-play?”
“Yes, Gee. I’ll be there to play with you,”
“Y-yay!” Gerard smiled back, hugging Frank tighter. “F-frankie, c-can I t-tell you s-something?”
“What’s that, Gee?”
“I...I lo--”
Gerard fell back, passing out the minute his head hit the pillow. Frank sighed, wishing he knew what Gerard wanted to say to him, but laughed it off seeing the boy fast asleep.
“Oh, my baby,” Donna sighed. “There he goes again, passing out. Hopefully we’ll find out soon when Gerard can leave. Shouldn’t be too long,”
“Right. I should probably get going and let Gee sleep,”
“Alright. I’ll call you if anything comes up,”
“See ya,” Frank said, getting up and walking outta Gerard’s hospital room. He really did hope it wasn’t long before Gerard could come home. The longer Frank waited, the more agonizing it became for him, longing for what he wants from Gerard’s body.

_ _ _
“That was so good, Frankie,” Jamia said, walking outta a fancy Italian restaurant with Frank holding her hand, carrying their leftovers in a box.
“It was, baby. That ravioli kicked ass,” Frank replied, unlocking his car and letting Jamia inside the front seat. Despite having the opportunity to go out with his girlfriend to a high-class Italian restaurant, Frank felt this night was rather bittersweet at best, knowing that Gerard is in the hospital. He really loved and cared for Jamia, but he wished deep down he could have nights like this with Gerard. Maybe when Gerard gets outta the hospital he could take him out somewhere to eat, but he feared what Gerard’s reaction would be when faced with the public eye. He knew a lot of people would stare at him and label him as not normal. Some might even point and laugh at him or crack a cruel joke about him behind his back. If Gerard were to ever lose his temper and throw a tantrum for whatever reason, he’d definitely get quite a few heads to turn and look, humiliating both himself and Frank. It would all be a recipe for disaster.
“We’re going back to your house, right?” Frank asked, starting up the car. “You said your parents are outta town, right?”
“Yep. They’re on out on their honeymoon...which is convenient for us,” Jamia smirked flirtatiously.
“Yeah, it is. With that being said, I won’t constantly have to worry about your dad breathing down my neck,” Frank laughed, driving on the road back to Jamia’s house, which wasn’t that far from the restaurant. It had to be another ten minutes before they reached their destination--the Nestor family home, which looks more like a mansion rather than a house. Frank parked the car, and him and Jamia both got out of the car, inside the house, and right up to Jamia’s spacious bedroom, giggling the whole way up. They knew what they were gonna do, and they were both giddy with sexual excitement. When Jamia turned on the light to her room, Frank closed in on Jamia, playfully tackling her to her bed, pinning her down as he showered her with kisses all over her lips and neck. Jamia chuckled, kissing her lover back. Frank tore off Jamia’s party dress, stripping her down to her underwear and bra. He then peeled off his shirt and pants, throwing his clothes on the floor along with the dress. He went to town back on her lips, feeling himself get hard.
“Did you bring a condom, Frankie?” Jamia asked, her voice muffled by her lips pressed up against Frank’s.
“Yeah, hang on,” Frank replied, walking to his bag and pulling out just what he needed to have protected sex with Jamia. He laid back down on the bed with Jamia, pulled down his pants, then pulled the condom out of it’s wrapping and put it over his hardening cock. He made out with Jamia as he tore off her bra and panties, feeling up her tits as he began to thrust his dick into Jamia’s groin. She moaned under him as they kissed, begging for the hot and heavy love to not come to a cease.
“More, more, more!” Jamia begged.
“Yes, baby,” Frank grinned, the tip of his erection entering Jamia’s snatch, thrusting it in harder and harder. As his thrusts grew deeper and faster, his schlong went further inside Jamia, making her sore and shaking.
“Oh, oh, Frankie!” She moaned loudly, her perspiring body pressing up against Frank’s. She clawed Frank’s back as he fucked her silly, leaving bleeding marks on him from her sharp manicured nails. Frank was shaking so much. He felt like he was gonna explode.
“Oh...oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” he whispered. “Jamia, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna--ohh,” he moaned as he let it all out, ejaculating with the condom still firmly around him. He pulled out and collapsed on top of Jamia, panting heavily, but something felt...off. He hadn’t fucked his girl in a while, so naturally any guy would feel refreshed and satisfied. Not Frank, though. Fucking Jamia didn’t feel the same as it used to be. He used to love it to death, but now...it almost meant nothing to him. To Frank, sex was like food--you feel satisfied and full when you’ve had enough. Frank didn’t feel satisfied and full when he finished fucking Jamia, though. He didn’t know what changed exactly, but there was a part of him that craved something else that Jamia didn’t have to offer him...but what was it?
“Oh, Frankie...that was fun,” Jamia sighed, sitting up. “Did you have fun?”
“Yeah,” Frank said, perhaps lying to himself. “Of course I did, baby,”
“That’s good. I’m gonna go shower, get this sweat off of me. Come shower with me,”
“Yes, ma’m,” Frank sat up, following Jamia to the shower in her private bathroom. After Jamia turned on the warm water in the shower, her and Frank both stepped inside. They held each other and kissed some more as the water soaked them. As Frank kissed Jamia, he quickly realized what it is that he wants that Jamia can’t ever give him…
He wants Gerard. He wants Gerard to strip naked in front of Frank. He wants Gerard to pose into sexy costumes for Frank. He wants Gerard to suck Frank’s dick. He wants Gerard to claw at Frank’s back as he makes out with him. He wants to fuck Gerard. He wants to fuck Gerard like an animal, like in Closer by Nine Inch Nails. He wants to feel Gerard to feel his throbbing hard cock inside of his sweet ass. He wants Gerard to do the same to Frank, fucking him so hard until he--
“Frank?” Jamia asked, Frank’s mind snapping back into reality. He looked at Jamia, unsure what the hell just happened. “Frank, are you okay?”
“Wh-what? What just happened?”
“You spaced out, you dork,” Jamia laughed. “Are you alright, Frank?”
“Oh, yeah...I’m fine. Sorry,” Frank said, kissing Jamia on the lips once again. He knew what he was gonna do when he left Jamia’s house--he’s gonna find the tools to satisfy his sexual cravings, and he’s gonna use on Gerard when he gets outta the hospital.

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